Warhammer Throne

In a house in Curona.

A tall man in black robes is using his magic to watch every move in the Royal Palace of Curona.

Under the black robe, all white bones were exposed. Except for some carrion sticking to the gaps between the bones, the black robe man in front of him was already a carrion corpse.

He was very cleverly observing every move in the Royal Palace of Kurona. The prohibitions and seals set by the Lake God's prophets were cleverly bypassed by him, so as to peep the result of the duel between the White Wolf Knight and the Holy Grail Knight.

But that's all, the black-robed people knew that if they went further, the lake goddess and the lake **** prophets who immediately guarded the palace would sense his existence.

The black-robed man’s undead magic is superb. His knowledge of magic has surpassed the cognition and limit of mortal wizards. His mana that has surpassed thousands of years of time can easily break the protection of the palace, but it is very great. Like most wizards, the black-robed man is also not good at close combat. Once he is under the siege of the Holy Grail knight, even he can't escape his birth.

"Ah, it's the first choice of bitch, and her champion of choice." The black robe man's rotten and shriveled throat spouted out a thick rotting mist. Not far from him, a cloth The corpse of Lietania's male nobleman was lying on the ground, his face covered with cockroaches and flies.

"It's not easy to handle it like this. I can't fight both the Lake God Witch and the Chosen Champion at the same time."

"I need something else." The black-robed man took out a piece of parchment that had been rotten.

On this day, the headquarters of the Goddess of Mercy Church in Curona made an earth-shattering discovery. When a clerk was sorting through the massive files of the past, he suddenly discovered the method of making the malaria special medicine that was lost hundreds of years ago.

Curona, Holy Grail Cathedral, inner courtyard.

The flowers in early spring are in full bloom relying on the magical power of the fairy in the lake, and the flowers in the entire courtyard are so beautiful.

The Lake God Witch was wearing a pure princess dress with a lace-out neckline, and her green jade fingers brushed over a blooming iris: "You did a good job, Ryan, you let the knight across the mountain see our strength."

"My Highness, it's my honor, but the kingdom can't always count on me alone." Ryan seemed indifferent to the beauty. He walked through the beautiful courtyard and walked towards the arranged room.

"You don't seem to be satisfied that I arranged you to live here?" Morjana said suddenly, looking at Ryan's back.

"It's a lie to say that I'm not satisfied. The living conditions here are no worse than the king's. Any service is available. I don't think even your Majesty Richard can arrange two holy women of the lake to serve my daily life." Ryan turned around. , Looked at the beautiful lake **** witch, smiled and said: "But it is a lie to say that I am happy, I am still willing to stay with Lord Francois and my maid."

"It's all lie, what about your truth?" Morjana walked behind Ryan, her blue eyes staring at his face, as if to discriminate between the truth and the truth in his words.

"That is both satisfied and dissatisfied. I am very happy for your treatment of me, but I sincerely hope that my Highness, can you relax a little bit? I am grateful." Ryan said half-jokingly.

Morgiana walked to Ryan, stretched out her hand, and pressed Ryan's chest: "No, I can only tell you, I can arrange what you need, but you must live here during this time."

"Well, negotiation failed."

Saying goodbye to Maugiana, Ryan opened the door of his room. It is still three or four in the afternoon. It is not too late. He lives in a luxurious suite with all the unexpected facilities available. The only thing that upsets him is There are always two Lake God prophets staring at him in the suite. They don't restrict Ryan's personal freedom, but they will follow Ryan.

After a while, it seemed that the matter at hand had been resolved, Morgiana held some paperwork in her hand and didn't knock on the door, but pushed the door directly: "Ryan? I have something to discuss with you."

"Okay." Ryan had changed back to the original aristocratic clothes. Mojianna sat beside Ryan when she saw it. The lake **** witch replaced her white soft boots with a pair of white stiletto heels, and she tidied up her skirt. Posing, revealing a pair of small and slender feet in flesh-colored silk stockings, a thick stack of files was placed in front of Ryan's eyes: "Ryan, I sent the holy grail knights to receive the remains of the late holy grail knights and moved back to the holy grail. The church was buried, but there are still some remains of the Knights of the Holy Grail near Moussilon that have disappeared."

"What's the specific number?" Ryan looked at Mousillon's map and then asked.

"Twelve." Morgiana's expression was full of hatred and anger: "Only in the cursed land, where the lady and us are beyond the reach, can the Red Duke do the kind of things that people and gods abandon together."

Just like the fairy in the lake said, even her divine power can't break through the high wall of Mu Xilong, and only in that cursed place can the necromancers desecrate the tombs of the holy grail knights.

"Even in such a cursed place, the necromancer who can desecrate the tomb of the holy grail knight and transform it into a black holy grail knight is still beyond imagination. My Highness, do you know what I am thinking of?" Lane looked at Kang. The map of the Duke of Notre, the map shows the remaining four barons of the cursed land, and the cursed city Moussilon at the mouth of the river: "I think of the curse on you and the attack you have received. "

The light in Maugiana's eyes was brilliant, and she subconsciously reached out and pressed her hand on her lower abdomen, where was the seal set by Ryan: "What do you mean?"

"I am a warrior, not a conspirator, nor a wizard. My Highness, I can only think of this." Ryan turned his head, and he found that Morgiana's delicate face was close to him: "What can you do? Tell me?"

"There's one more thing" Mogiana leaned against Ryan, whispering something in his ear.

"Understood." Ryan looked at Morjana with a faint smile. The Lake God Witch didn't look at him anymore when he agreed. She immediately ordered the two Lake God prophets: "You go out first. Discuss important matters, unless there is a particularly urgent matter, you are not allowed to come in."

"Yes." The prophet of Lake God retreated.

As night fell gradually, there was no curfew in the prosperous Kurona. Recently, due to the approach of the Knight Conference, a large number of people flooded in Kurona.

The nobles on the street were bustling with each other, discussing the upcoming knights' meeting.

"Wow, the Cavaliers Conference is about to be held, I haven't had the mind to work lately." said a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body.

"Yeah, yeah! I don't know who has the most hope to win the Cavaliers Tournament this year?" The other obviously was his companion, and he also picked up the topic with great interest.

"This class? Well, there are not many outstanding knights in this class. There are only three worth mentioning. I think the victory or defeat will be decided among the three."

"Which three?"

"They are Mr. Geoffrey from Angleton, Earl Renault from Gisole Oaks, and Marquise Suria from Winford. Among them, I am most optimistic about Marquise Suria, she She is the daughter of Lord Duke Francois, the Knight of the Holy Grail. She practiced spear and sword equestrian since she was a child. She is said to be comparable to her brother Julius!"

"Julius, isn't that the last champion?"

"Yes, so I think she must be the winner of this Knights Tournament!"

The loud talk of the crowd aroused everyone's enthusiastic attention, and soon everyone on the street participated.

It's just that some people didn't have the intention to participate in these activities. The bishop of the General Church of the Goddess of Mercy led a group of people hurriedly across the street. Several heavy carriages contained precious herbs.

They need to test immediately, after hundreds of years, whether the specific medicine for malaria is still effective.

The headquarters of the Goddess of Mercy was brightly lit. All the guards and priests gathered to study medicine together. Countless precious medicinal materials were sent to the church headquarters. Everyone sang the name of the Goddess of Mercy, Salia, while holding on. time.

This may be the greatest discovery in hundreds of years. If this specific medicine proves to be useful, then malaria, a terrible infectious disease that has plagued humans for thousands of years, may be cured! The lives of countless people will be saved, and the fate of the entire human world will be rewritten!

In the intense experiment, precious drugs were mixed to make a green solution, and then the archbishop of the goddess of mercy, a kind middle-aged woman directing everyone to continue their work, her face It is the uncontrollable ecstasy and fanaticism: "Quick! Quick!"

Hundreds of years ago, a priest of the goddess of mercy found a special medicine for malaria in a sanatorium in the empire, but before he had time to leave the formula, the sanatorium was inexplicably destroyed by a fire and burned to white ground. Even the goddess of mercy did not get the recipe, leaving only a few records.

And now, the old special medicine is finally about to see the light of day again!

After the preparation of the medicine was completed, the archbishop immediately sent the medicine to the Intensive Care Home of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy in the suburbs of Curona. During the priest's constant magical purification, the special medicine was poured into the mouth of a malaria patient, and then everyone All are waiting nervously for the results.

One hour, two hours

As the patients sweated profusely, their body temperature dropped, their spirits recovered, and their appetites normalized, earth-shattering cheers broke out in the nursing home. Special medicines are bestowed on mortals and thank her for her great contribution to this world.

This is an epoch-making moment!

Subspace, Chaos Realm, Eternal Realm, the garden of Nurg, a paradise of death and disease.

The fluffy flies buzzed and formed black and thick swarms and swarms under the sky. Under the messy leaf canopy that was eaten by insects, the big decayed tree forks and the vines entangled on it seemed to grow side by side, covering the ground, and the fungus plants scattered like leaves from the cover of the woods. It grows in clusters and constantly spews choking spores. The half-demon plants shake the stems at their own frequency, but this is not caused by the stimulation that seems to freeze the air. Bright red, blue, yellow and purple flowers pierced the gloomy atmosphere, and a paradise of joy was spread among the melancholic forest scenery. The digging and running insects have brightly patterned carapace and shiny wings. Insects flew briskly along the long embankment of the slow and turbid river, whispering in the rustle of the reeds, whispering the name of the popular sepsis spread by the great Nurg in the mortal world or for those who are destined to die by their creators. The guys screamed.

One of the four evil gods of Chaos and the **** of disease, Nurgle is busy. It is in his house. This mansion is broken and old, but its foundation is always strong. The house is covered with creeping poison ivy and thick walls. Moss, cracked windows, and cracked stones compete for space with rusty bronze products, and rusty iron frames and moss-covered friezes compete with each other with their charms to surpass each other.

Nurgle worked hard under these crumbling walls. His huge body swelled and gave off an unbearable stench. He had green, necrotic leather skin, and his surface was full of pus-filled ulcers and swelling. Sores and numerous parasites. The excrement filled with the pulsating organs of Nakubo, sprayed out through the cracks in his surface skin and hung on his body, as if his body was covered with disgusting fruit. From these organs burst out groups of miniature scum, they forage and **** the sickly rich sap in the intestines of scum like grandpa.

The Cthulhu is holding a big spoon, stirring it in a huge crucible larger than its body. With each stirring of the long spoon that Nurgle is covered with maggots, another new disease is created. To destroy the mortal world.

The rotten hand picked up a part of the terrifying mixture and put it into his cavernous mouth, tasting the fruits of his labor, Nurgle was saying to himself: "Not enough, not enough, these are not enough, **** Isha, will put I, great works, are invisible, but more and more powerful."

A group of Nurgle demons are surrounding Nurgle, clamoring loudly about how powerful this result can be, and how many souls can be taken before the gods of order can react.

"Huh?" Na [Dida novel www.mt1988.com] Suddenly raised his head, what he noticed: "There are humans and humans, and they have discovered new drugs. They want to solve it. What I am most proud of is the work of one."

"Not allowed!" Nurgle suddenly raised his cauldron.

Countless Nurgle demons felt the master’s command. They roared and rushed into Nurgle’s cauldron. Hundreds of demons were melted into a slurry by the boiling mixture. Even so, countless Nurgle demons were still coming from Pouring from all directions, constantly rushing into the cauldron.

"Go!" The cauldron turned over, and the terrifying mixture poured towards the main material plane, turning into a yellow-green torrent.

"Lagged behind, reject civilized mortals, enjoy my gift!"

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